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I’ve got Paris on the brain at the moment. A looped film reel of rose-tinted memories - of sunshine, bistros and parks, of walking through the metro with friends to a never-ending stream of after work terraces and shabby little basement bars with 5-8 happy hour drinks.

Anyone who has spoken to me for longer than 15 minutes, will know that I’m English Algerian who was born in Germany and lived in France throughout my early and mid 20s.

When I was younger this gave me a nice little identity crisis. At the time, I thought I had to choose between them all, or let my identities battle it out until the victor became who I am. Now I see it more as a multi-faceted richness

Although I hold a Portuguese passport, I only ever lived there for a short period of time during my childhood; in fact, I wasn’t even born in Portugal, I was born in Switzerland. For most of my life, I moved from country to country, living in seven countries and attending 10 schools by the age of 18.

our social media habits have ensured our entire generation is #blessed with low-level anxiety. Scrolling along through your feed with a messy bun of greasy hair, wearing questionably clean sweat pants, it can seem like literally everyone except you is enjoying a fabulous, blissful existence

I’ve never written an article about Paris before, even though I spent my early and mid-twenties living there. To me, the city is really hard to define and capture as a snap shot moment, it likes to shirk off any label or viewpoint someone gives it. A city that constantly burns through shapes and smirks at anyone that assumes it’s something it ultimately is not.

Everyone has something they’re scared of. I don’t mean the sort of things that we all fear deep down - failure, death, loss, or humiliation. I’m talking about those fears that one person can have which someone else can find as easy as breathing. Those subjective fears that make us all ultimately unique.

Something inside me yearns to be reconnected with the bright white Casbah of Algiers that descends into the glittering Mediterranean Sea, the shaking of hips and tribal whistling to Arabic drums and the loud bustling market streets of North Africa.